Valldal

The closest "town" to where we stayed was the little village of Valldal. It's perched right on the edge of a fjord, and though tiny, is absolutely charming. We took a small break in between exploring to pick up some sweets (you know we need our Kvikk Lunsj, bebeh) from the local shop and do a little mini exploration.

After we saw a local teenage boy jump into the fjord and ride off on his bike whooping with his mates, Banoo decided to give it a try too. The water was like ice, apparently. But look at that colour! How could you not? (My excuse was that I was holding the camera. Thank god.)

In a small house on the drive out of Valldal, there is the little restaurant/café of Jordbaerstova. I'm certain it means strawberry something but my Norwegian is based on the high-school German I took decades ago, so I'm not sure what. The name, however, is not the point. The point is to go in there and order the strawberry cake. The owner, Åse makes it fresh daily, and each piece is like a fuggin' brick. Fresh cream, Polka strawberry sauce (did you know there were over 20 different kinds- I had no clue!) and fluffy cake- when I dream of cake, this is the cake I am imagining. I can't even. The sweetness with the bitter coffee? I am pretty sure I died in Jordbaerstova. Maybe the translation is Strawberry Heaven? This cake is so good it's worth the visit alone and if you, like me, appreciate being served your baked goods in quantities larger than your head, this is the place for you. At one point we discussed Ban teaching math to the local kids just so we could live here forever. Er, in Valldal, not the cake. Though that too would be awesome.

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Valldal

The closest "town" to where we stayed was the little village of Valldal. It's perched right on the edge of a fjord, and though tiny, is absolutely charming. We took a small break in between exploring to pick up some sweets (you know we need our Kvikk Lunsj, bebeh) from the local shop and do a little mini exploration.

After we saw a local teenage boy jump into the fjord and ride off on his bike whooping with his mates, Banoo decided to give it a try too. The water was like ice, apparently. But look at that colour! How could you not? (My excuse was that I was holding the camera. Thank god.)

In a small house on the drive out of Valldal, there is the little restaurant/café of Jordbaerstova. I'm certain it means strawberry something but my Norwegian is based on the high-school German I took decades ago, so I'm not sure what. The name, however, is not the point. The point is to go in there and order the strawberry cake. The owner, Åse makes it fresh daily, and each piece is like a fuggin' brick. Fresh cream, Polka strawberry sauce (did you know there were over 20 different kinds- I had no clue!) and fluffy cake- when I dream of cake, this is the cake I am imagining. I can't even. The sweetness with the bitter coffee? I am pretty sure I died in Jordbaerstova. Maybe the translation is Strawberry Heaven? This cake is so good it's worth the visit alone and if you, like me, appreciate being served your baked goods in quantities larger than your head, this is the place for you. At one point we discussed Ban teaching math to the local kids just so we could live here forever. Er, in Valldal, not the cake. Though that too would be awesome.